We might think of Adriane Little's haunting installation work, Call Home Mothers Dead , as a contribution to the growing body of modern elegiac writing. While the project clearly exceeds the bounds of writing as we might traditionally define it, there is nonetheless a profound connection drawn here between writing and loss. Writing as a means both to recover and entomb this loss. Call Home Mothers Dead is born of the loss that shatters identity, meaning and self. It is the moment that rends the self. It is the loss of the mother and the world she carries with her. It is grief and sorrow and the simultaneous articulation of these. It is an exploration of trauma and mother loss, and, as Little herself declares, it involves “a shattering of something so important that one does not know who they are without it”...